My wife often recognizes that therapy is necessary for my healing, but sometimes the fact that we spend a lot of money on it makes her crazy. We receive a large check on the 2nd Friday of every month, and the last week before that Friday is often fraught with money woes, like do we do with out or do we take money out of savings.

So, I'm functioning much better now than I have been in the past year, but my wife has issues with the fact that I went for 10 years with no medication and no therapy and was perfectly fine and happy and functioning, and then I was triggered very unintentionally by a friend telling a story, and it's been like I ended up at the bottom of the deepest, darkest well in the world and I've been clawing at the walls of that well and trying to climb out a centimeter or two at the time, and even though the opening is very far away still, I can see a glimmer of light and hear the voices of people encouraging me. I had to stop working. I was depressed, I was anxious. When I arrived at work in the morning, I was not able to get out of the car to go inside without somebody on the phone telling me I could do it. I couldn't talk on the phone and take the kind of notes I was supposed to because I was often dissociated or having flashbacks or I was too tired because I wasn't sleeping. I went back to therapy, and have slowly gotten to a point where I can function to take care of my children and do most of the stuff a housewife does, but when it comes to paperwork, there are some days where I can concentrate enough to do it, and some days where I just cannot. My wife does not get that. And there are some days where I can't even get the laundry done. It makes things really hard.

So, I need to go to therapy for a bunch of reasons. The first is to continue healing from a horrific childhood. The second is because I applied for disability and how disabled could I be if I didn't go to therapy. The third is because if I don't have a place to leave all of the crazy stuff, it stops me from being able to function appropriately.

Today, my wife was like why don't you just skip therapy this week? And I was totally taken aback. She knows when I don't go to therapy on a regular basis, I tend to become an absolute asshole. All of the stuff I end up trying to keep inside starts coming out sideways. She seems to think that therapy , is a luxury and that because I like my T, that I like going to therapy. I really do not like going and wish I could save the huge amount of extra money a month, so I wouldn't feel guilty about needing a new pair of jeans or going to lunch with my friends. I am so much better than I was six months ago, but it's because I found a therapist I clicked with and because I actually go on an often enough basis.

I'm just really frustrated with the lack of understanding today. My wife probably is too.

How do other people's significant others deal with your need for therapy and the cost?